Twas the night before PQ, when all through the house
Not a device was stirring, not even a mouse.
The marbles were placed by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Matan soon would be there.
The plebeians were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of world records danced in their heads.
And mamma with her Platinum, and I with my Gold,
Had just settled our brains for a long run to unfold.
When from my computer there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the keyboard I flew like a flash,
Logged into webchat and spammed lots of trash.
The moon on the breast outside my window
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature marble, and eight staff with cheer.
With a handsome little driver and a laptop turned on,
I knew in a moment it must be Matan.
Faster than speed boostairs his staff members they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Jeff! now, HiGuy! now, Threefolder and Aayrl!
On, Regi! On, Derpking! on Kalle and Uil!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now roll away! Roll away! Roll away all!"
As marbles that before the tornado fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the staff they flew,
With a sack full of games, and Matan too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little goof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Matan came with a bound.
He was dressed all in gold, from his head to his foot,
And his laptop was tarnished with crashes and soot.
A bundle of games he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a scrub, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had no challenges to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And installed the games, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his marble, to his staff gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a gyrocopter on Thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he flew out of sight,
"PQ and Fubar to all, and to all a good-night!"
"You know you've spelled something wrong when the only search results are Jeff convos" - HiGuy